#389 (meadow)

Moonlight

casting the most

haunting shadows

on the meadow of

my dreams. Hooves

and horns, flutes and

thorns, where capitalism

is obsolete I dance, I

sing, I clap a beat. My feet

grow roots, my shoulders

wings, the most amazing

tender things. I dig, I soar,

no stopping me. Within

my meadow I roam

free.

 

© Matthias Geh, 10th July 2018

 

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